The Well of Night, Part4

In space and time, by cryptic forces bound,
As often lost or hid but always found,
By many names announced in many lands,
The Stone of Erech, Hell’s Gate, Loki’s Hand,
The Eye of Dread Anubis, Merlin’s Door,
The Bridge of Fear, it was in arcane lore,
     The Well of Night, in arcane lore.

From distant lands and eons past it came,
Unhallowed ages lit by witches flame,
And now is sadly ended Earth’s respite,
For now the haunter of the endless night,
Has waked again and waits for portents dire,
Awaits the hapless souls it doth desire,
     The mortal lives it doth desire.

In ancient caverns hidden it must wait,
In hills that overlook a city great,
Four million dreaming mortals living free,
Between the mountains and the peaceful sea,
And still in darkness it is served the while,
By dead things which all sanity defile,
     By horrors which the Earth defile.

It waits the coming of a sorcerer,
To make the needed sacrifice and stir,
Quiescent things, and darkness imprecate,
To lift the shroud, and open wide the gate,
It waits in timeless and unmeasured halls,
And to one born of tainted blood it calls,
     And now in dreams my name it calls.

Descendant of the priests from ages past,
Who made a monstrous pact in blood to last,
A thousand generations, doomed by fate,
To serve in time that thing abominate,
How can I then that cursed call dismiss,
Deny the dark and infinite abyss,
     The nameless in the black abyss?

The sun is setting now, and twilight falls,
And I am not the only one it calls,
I cannot stop nor slow the coming night,
Nor see a way unto the morning light.
Then shall I of this life despair, and rend
Its course, or see it to its fated end?
     And revel in its darkest end?